:04:37
I'm so nervous.
:04:39
-I'm not singing.
-But you have to.
:04:42
-But I came to dance.
-You have to sing too.
:04:44
-And act, and play an instrument.
-All three?
:04:46
-It says "performing arts," doesn't it?
-You don't have to do everything.
:04:50
-Sure as shit helps, baby.
-Thank you. Next group, please. Hurry.
:04:55
-Oh, I like your nose ring.
-I'm into culture.
:04:59
-Does that hurt, or is that ethnic?
-Music, please, Mrs. Snell.
:05:03
Please pay attention.
We have a lot to do today.
:05:09
-I hate my legs.
-Yeah. Me too.
:05:12
-I've tried every diet in the whole world.
-Really? Me too.
:05:16
But you can't help your glands.
I'm sorry! I'm just so nervous.
:05:21
Relax! Come on, use your body.
:05:33
-Careful. That's 7000 worth of machine.
-Dollars or pounds?
:05:37
Don't touch the rotary pods.
I got it set on saw-tooth.
:05:41
Why can't he play piccolo? Something
sensible. Or the accordion, like Papa did.
:05:45
Same reason you drive a checker and
not a Roman chariot. It's progress.
:05:49
My son's head is into the future.
And Papa could never play the accordion.
:05:58
-Do you think you're talented?
-You swine! You coward! You cad!